Dangerous 'n Kinda Trashy

Staring at the scantily dressed woman on the stage it dawned upon Jo Calderone the huge amount of time that had passed since he'd had sex. It made his body ache, he hadn't noticed the time passing until this moment and now it was all he could think about. This was all the fault of the dancing woman, prancing around in her underwear and fishnets, how could he stop his mind from going there?

At the beginning it had all seemed too weird. The stages in bars like this were usually dominated by whingey indie kids with guitars or messy-looking rock bands shouting into their microphones. Then two women had arrived with a keyboard and turntables. They started to play pop music, drawing more attention to how out of place they were.

Jo didn't think he would be into it; plastic pop had never been his scene. But there was something about the girl behind the keyboard, she had an undeniable charisma. He had never seen a woman in a bra made up of mirrored tiles before. She sang like a rock star, growling and screeching into the microphone. She couldn't keep herself still at the keyboard, whipping her blonde hair all over and jigging like a woman possessed. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

It was when she stepped onto centre stage that he stopped pretending he wasn't enjoying the show. He lost any sense of social etiquette, staring directly at her, his mouth gaping open in his shock. At that moment he thought she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She kept balance on her very high heels, gyrating and bumping her lean body around.

She didn't have any shame, which made him feel less ashamed of the things he was imagining doing with/to her. She wasn't afraid of her sexuality because she was in control of it and this served to make the whole performance even more attractive. Her cockiness was a contributing factor in turning him on, she was fearless. She placed herself on the ground (taking a break from singing to do more of her bizarre dancing) and bucked her hips into the air in time to the beat, one hand resting upon her inner-thigh. He shifted the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, attempting to ignore the scorching flames of desire filling his gut. At this rate he wouldn't make it through the whole show, he would have to excuse himself for the bathroom before they reached the conclusion. It had gotten unbearably hot in here.

He managed to not lose his mind entirely and watched the whole show without revealing his excitement to the rest of the bar. The blonde singer joined hands with her brunette deejay and they bowed. They left the stage to a generous applause, Jo wasn't sure if he clapped, he was too distracted staring at the blonde's ass as she left the stage.

"Pretty nuts, huh?" Hank, the guy who had gotten Jo to come with him tonight, asked as he wore an impressed smile. Jo had forgotten his friend from work was even there. He blinked a series of times, trying to clear his mind. He turned mechanically to Hank, feeling a little dizzy. "That's my sister; she's always been bonkers like that."

This was the perfect motivation for Jo to strap a muzzle on his hormones. There was an unwritten law about staying away from the sister of a friend.

Then Hank went on talking. He explained that the women went by the titles of Lady Starlight and Lady Gaga, two best friends performing together. He cleared up the confusion by pointing out that his sister was the brunette, not Lady Gaga.Shit, this meant she was not only super sexy, but also super available.

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It shouldn't have served as any great surprise when she appeared in his dream a couple of nights later. He hadn't been aware of ongoing thoughts of her. But she had maintained her spot in his mind, lurking in his subconscious and waiting for the darkness to fall so she could pounce.

Jo had been exhausted after a long day of work at the garage, falling into bed far earlier than usual. This was when Lady Gaga came out of the shadows, invading the expansive space of his imagination.